Verse I pack the paranoia close to my chest A millipede crawling around in my vest I take your patience and put it to test I want to see if you leave with the rest So I soak the floorboards in bottles of gin I sit in the kitchen and let you walk in I unhook the safety and swallow the pin I watch the eruption of anger begin Pre-Chorus I can't apologize, it's too late I serve up my sabotage right on a plate I systematically swallow the bait And lock myself out of the garden estate Chorus Burn down the house that we built in the mud I'm painting over the windows with blood I'd rather ruin the things that I touch Than have to admit that I need them so much I am the arsonist, I am the crook Setting a match to the pictures we took Verse You bought a sofa, I tore out the springs I find a sickness in beautiful things You gave me water, I spat in the cup I am the mad dog who throws it all up Why do I panic when bedrooms are still? I swallow the poison to see who gets ill I punish the people who treat me so well And furnish an excellent room in my hell Chorus Burn down the house that we built in the mud I'm painting over the windows with blood I'd rather ruin the things that I touch Than have to admit that I need them so much I am the arsonist, I am the crook Setting a match to the pictures we took Verse I smell the smoke in the air I just sit back in my chair Watching the both of us finally cave Digging my fingernails into the grave I am the author of all my disgust Turning our palace of love to dust Outro I am the arsonist, I am the crook Setting a match to the pictures we took
